IGN: Yungwoman
Preferred Name: glowbug
Discord: glowybug_
Age (optional): 19
OOC:
Why do you want a business on Echoes: 1984?: I want a business as I never had a character based off where i actually come from and i’ve seen how fun they can be to run as I have assisted in helping businesses from other servers and i would like to experience having my own little project business that in character would bring a nice little piece of my state to the server as well as shed a new light on my home and where I grew up for most my life as I genuinely think my home town gets a bad rep because it’s “in the south” and usually some southern states are frowned upon and made the butt of jokes..
Business Discord: https://discord.gg/tDfbBQNxaG
What will your business sell and/or do?: My business will be more of a.. Safe area that sell food that my state has made for years beforehand and has done surprisingly well even now it still makes that same amazing food that is filled with passion from the people who cook as they love to cook and put their food out there to be tasted, So will Longhorn Saloon, It would bring the Lonestar state taste to a local area near you.
Provide the lore of your character, and how they came to open a business. Please attempt to limit yourself to more-or-less 1,500 words (maximum 2,500):
Dallas sat on the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her, but her mind turned into some other place. The morning became quiet, the sun slightly peeking through the curtains, but her mind have been complete of the sounds, smells, and flavors of Texas—the place she hadn’t called home in over eighteen years. She overlooked it greater than she cared to confess.
She neglected the barbeque. The tender brisket smoked for hours over a fire, the sweet and smoky aroma that filled the air as quickly as you stepped into a barbecue joint. She ignored the tamales her grandmother made every Christmas, the highly spiced chili that simmered on the stove all afternoon, and the fried fowl that had a crispy crunch on the outside and become flawlessly juicy on the interior. And, oh, the cornbread. Nothing become higher than the cornbread her mom used to make, warm from the oven with a little butter on pinnacle.
Dallas had grown up in Texas. The meals there wasn’t pretty much ingesting—it become part of life, a part of who you had been. She remembered own family gatherings where the desk changed into full of meals, laughter echoing around the room, and everyone sharing testimonies over a plate of some thing scrumptious.
But that was all long past now. She and Taylor had moved away years in the past, chasing new opportunities, new adventures, and a brand new life. But no matter how lots time passed, there have been days whilst the cravings for that acquainted meals hit difficult. And today, the ones cravings had been stronger than ever.
“Are you okay?” Taylor’s voice got here from the doorway, pulling Dallas out of her mind. Taylor had constantly been accurate at studying her, and proper now, she should tell that something changed into weighing on her.
Dallas regarded up at her spouse, trying to smile, but it become vulnerable. “I’m first-rate. Just thinking about domestic.”
“Home? Texas?” Taylor asked, entering into the kitchen and sitting down across from her. She had acknowledged for years how a great deal Dallas neglected her domestic state, but it wasn’t something they talked about often. Dallas had moved on. At least, that’s what she continually instructed herself.
“Yeah,” Dallas said with a sigh. “It’s been eighteen years, and once in a while it seems like the day before today. I miss the meals, Tay. I omit the whole lot approximately it—the fish fry, the tamales, the chili. The food was so much more than simply food there. It changed into part of existence, you realize? It made the whole lot sense like... Home.”
Taylor nodded, gently taking Dallas’s hand. “I understand. I’ve heard you talk approximately it before. But, what is it about the meals that you leave out a lot?”
Dallas leaned again in her chair, her eyes focusing on the kitchen window as she remembered. “It’s no longer simply the taste. It’s the reminiscences attached to it. The way we would all gather around a table, passing dishes, giggling, telling tales. The food wasn’t simply something you ate. It became something that delivered people together. It’s like... Meals became the glue that held the whole lot together.”
“I get it,” Taylor stated softly. “You’re now not simply lacking the meals, are you? You’re missing... The relationship. The sense of own family.”
Dallas smiled, thankful that Taylor understood. “Exactly. It’s been see you later, however on occasion I sense like part of me remains there—sitting at that table with my own family, enjoying all that excellent food.”
Taylor gave her a considerate look. “You’ve usually mentioned how an awful lot you love cooking. What in case you delivered that to existence right here? What in case you opened a restaurant? You should bring a touch piece of Texas to this town.”
Dallas blinked. The notion had crossed her mind earlier than, however she had by no means seriously taken into consideration it. “Open a restaurant? I don’t realize... It’s now not that easy.”
“I suppose you can do it,” Taylor stated with a smile. “You realize the food, and you’ve usually been incredible at cooking. Plus, you love it. You may want to share a little little bit of Texas with individuals who’ve by no means even been there. Imagine commencing an area in which humans can come collectively, proportion a meal, and experience that equal sort of warmth you’re missing. I suppose it might be outstanding.”
Dallas paused, taking in what Taylor had stated. It changed into a loopy idea, however there has been something about it that felt right. “Maybe,” Dallas muttered, her thoughts racing with opportunities. “Maybe it’s time. Maybe I can do it.”
Taylor smiled, her eyes packed with encouragement. “I understand you could. You don’t should do it on my own. We’ll do it together.”
The next few weeks have been full of making plans and pleasure. Dallas threw herself into getting to know what it might take to open a eating place. She talked to vintage buddies and own family participants in Texas, gathering recipes, guidelines, and recommendation. She desired to get the whole lot ideal. The food needed to be authentic. It needed to remind human beings of Texas—of home.
Taylor turned into there each step of the way, assisting her, helping her make decisions, and offering her own thoughts. Together, they determined a small however fascinating building on a quiet street that might be best for the restaurant. It wasn’t too large, but it had enough area for the kitchen Dallas wished.
The toughest component got here next: choosing a name. After several brainstorming classes, they got here up with an appropriate name: The Longhorn Saloon. It had a robust, Texas feel to it—similar to Dallas had desired. The call made her experience linked to the past, to the state she had left behind, but additionally enthusiastic about the destiny.
Dallas poured over the menu, looking to get it simply proper. She wanted to provide all of the consolation meals she had grown up with—the smoky brisket, spicy chili, soft fried fowl, and creamy, buttery cornbread. She determined to add a number of her personal twists to the traditional dishes, but she knew the coronary heart of the menu had to live true to the Texas flavors she had grown up with.
The commencing day was simply around the corner. As the day drew nearer, Dallas couldn’t assist but experience a mixture of exhilaration and nerves. This was a massive step, a huge alternate. There became a lot to do: hiring personnel, preparing the eating place, finalizing the menu. But, extra than anything, Dallas just wanted to see if human beings would like the meals as a good deal as she did.
When the doors of The Longhorn Saloon finally opened, Dallas stood at the entrance, her coronary heart racing. The restaurant became small but comfy, embellished with vintage Texas photos and vintage signs that made it sense like home. The scent of sluggish-cooked brisket crammed the air, and Dallas smiled as she seemed around. This was it. She had carried out it.
“Are you prepared?” Taylor asked, status beside her, her hand on Dallas’s lower back.
Dallas nodded, taking a deep breath. “I assume so.”
The first night changed into the entirety Dallas had was hoping for. The place filled up quick with curious customers, keen to try the food that they had heard a lot about. Dallas watched from the kitchen, seeing humans’s faces mild up as they took their first bites of brisket and cornbread. The comments become overwhelmingly positive. People had been enjoying the meals, and that they have been coming lower back for extra.
“Everything’s remarkable,” one of the regulars said, wiping his mouth after completing a plate of brisket and mashed potatoes. “I’ve been to Texas a few instances, and this is just like what I had there. You absolutely nailed it.”
Dallas beamed. That changed into the pleasant compliment she may want to ask for. “Thank you. That manner lots.”
The night time went with the aid of in a blur of orders, laughter, and clinking glasses. It become a busy night time, but Dallas couldn’t keep in mind the final time she had felt so fulfilled. She wasn’t just cooking food. She was sharing a piece of her past, a bit of who she was, with all people who came thru the door. It felt suitable.
By the end of the night, the restaurant had emptied out, and Dallas and Taylor stood in the quiet of The Longhorn Saloon. The region had been a success, and that they had just completed their first night time in commercial enterprise. Dallas should infrequently accept as true with it.
“You did it,” Taylor stated, wrapping her hands around Dallas. “You genuinely did it.”
Dallas smiled, her eyes shining. “We did it. I can’t believe it, however... I think we’re going to make this paintings.”
And similar to that, the sensation of domestic that Dallas were missing for goodbye had discovered an area in her coronary heart once more—right right here in The Longhorn Saloon. The dream she had been maintaining onto for such a lot of years turned into now a truth.
The months that accompanied were packed with hard paintings, but additionally wonderful pride. The Longhorn Saloon have become a nearby favorite, with humans coming from all over to try Dallas’s authentic Texas dishes. The restaurant became constantly full of laughter, human beings sharing food, and the warm, inviting environment that Dallas had labored so hard to create.
Each night, because the restaurant quieted down and the remaining customers left, Dallas might look around at the empty tables, smiling to herself. This place—The Longhorn Saloon—was more than just a business. It was her manner of bringing a piece of home to the humans right here. It turned into her manner of maintaining onto the reminiscences of Texas and sharing them with the sector.
And for the first time in a long time, Dallas felt like she had observed her manner again home.
What would you do if someone came into your place of business and began to cause trouble OOC?: I would approach them and ask them in ooc if they could calm down for the time being till it was a better time or a better place or tell them to take it elsewhere
What would you do if someone came into your place of business and began to cause trouble IC?: If someone started causing trouble in IC i would approach them and shove them outside the building shutting the door denying them any service until they calmed down.
How would your business greet and provide service to customers (e.g. “Hello! What will you be getting today? *The man began to click into the register, getting ready to serve the customer.*)?: “From the Lonestar state, to your plate. How can I help you today?”
